I just received an email from a cooking site advertising a recipe for the “Best Ever Oatmeal Bars”.
Doesn’t that sound exciting?
The answer is no. No, that does not sound exciting. Because even if they really are The Very Best Ever Marvelously Stupendous Oatmeal Bars In The Entire Universe, they are still oatmeal bars. They may be delicious, wholesome, nutritious, and satisfying, but the one thing they won’t be is exciting.
Because they’re oatmeal bars.
I’m not dissing oatmeal bars. They are, after all, an excellent source of soluble fiber. They’re homey, like something your grandma would make, which makes them the equivalent of a food hug. And even if you pack them full of brown sugar and peanut butter and drench them in chocolate, you can still convince yourself that they’re somehow good for you, because everyone knows that oatmeal bars are good for you.
But not exciting. Not even when packed full of brown sugar and peanut butter and drenched in chocolate. Tasty, yes. Exciting, no.
I feel very sad when I realize how many people think Jesus is an oatmeal bar.